Wait a minute!
Ying Xuanzi quickly stopped Xiang Yun and said, "Xiang... Yun, you can take these two items, but can you tell me how you suppressed them?"
I don't like either of them.
Xiang Yun refused Ying Xuanzi's offer and said with a smile, " Sect Master Ying, the matter of the Yimo is not a matter for one sect. Perhaps you can talk to my master and the Palace Master of Taiqing Palace."
" The Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace has an extraordinary background; they know even more."
Xiang Yun suggested, "Perhaps the power structure of the Eastern Xuan Region should have changed long ago. The Yuan Sect's ability to restrict the Space Ancestral Talisman is no simple feat... Perhaps there are other forces assisting them."
"What's the meaning?"
Ying Xuanzi was taken aback.
" Yuan Sect is very likely related to the Yimo. I have already spoken to the Palace Master of Taiqing Palace about this. Whether you believe it or not is up to you."
Ying Xuanzi was somewhat disoriented by the barrage of information from Xiang Yun, but he still managed to maintain some semblance of rationality.
These are all just Xiang Yun's side of the story; to find out the truth, he has to investigate himself.
"After the exchange is over, I will have a talk with Hall Master Hong and Palace Master of Taiqing Palace."
Xiang Yun nodded; this was exactly what he had been waiting for.
As for why I didn't say it before, the Dao Sect and the Taiqing Palace are different. Because of its status, the Taiqing Palace can investigate any signs of Yimo.
But Ying Xuanzi was too much like a tortoise.
Unless Ying Huanhuan and Ying Xiaoxiao are in danger, his first thought most of the time is how to protect himself, so he hides away.
First, point out Ying Huanhuan's Ice Lord turning around, and then add the Yimo King suppressed by the Great Desolation Tablet. As long as he understands why the Eight Ancient Masters died back then.
And by checking the records, one will naturally learn that the Yimo were determined to kill the Eight Ancient Masters.
In the eyes of the Yimo, the Eight Ancient Masters are far more terrifying than the Ancestral Talisman Lord, even the Black Eyes who once controlled the Devouring Ancestral Symbol.
It was nothing more than a visit to the Ninth King Hall.
But if they knew that the Ice Lord had been reincarnated here, even the Heavenly King Hall might be mobilized.
In fact Ying Xuanzi would have to give up the Dao Sect and Ying Huanhuan.
Otherwise, he really had no choice.
The next day.
The already bustling Dao Sect became even more noisy.
Today marks the official start of the three-way exchange.
Although the disciples of the three sects have communicated privately many times in recent days, they have all kept some things to themselves.
Especially for the disciples of the Dao Sect, it is said that if someone gets first place in the tier this time, disciples from other sects will be qualified to comprehend the Great Desolation Tablet.
As a disciple of the Dao Sect, how could this be allowed!
The Great Desolation Scripture is the most treasured scripture of their Dao Sect, the pride of their Dao Sect. No one else can even dream of mastering it.
Even enlightenment, in their eyes, is a defilement.
In the central region of the Dao Sect, there is a continuous mountain range. Within the range, towering peaks pierce the clouds, and amidst the swirling mists, it resembles a fairyland.
Streaks of rainbow light began to descend upon the surrounding mountain peaks. The disciples who participated had been notified yesterday which mountain peak to go to.
As mentioned before, there is a level of Three Yuan Nirvana level, a level from the Quadrā to the Sixth Triadic level, and a level of Nirvana at or above the Seventh Triadic level.
But overall, what truly attracts attention is...
There are only two places.
One is Sanyuan, because there are the two most outstanding disciples of the three... well, two sects, Ying Xiaoxiao and Ling Qingzhu.
Although it wasn't publicly acknowledged, all the disciples of the Dao Sect recognized Ying Xiaoxiao as the pre-determined Young Sect Master.
Ling Qingzhu is also the Young Palace Master, so their battle may determine who will be the more powerful leader of the Dao Sect and the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace in the future.
certainly.
Let's not even talk about the one in the Primordial Hall; they still didn't recognize the celestial maiden being beaten into a bloody mist.
One of them is a mountain peak with a strength of seven or higher. Disciples who like to see strength will pay more attention to this mountain peak.
Xiang Yun naturally landed on the mountain peak of the Three Yuan Nirvana. What's so interesting about the Seven Realms? They couldn't even withstand a single punch from him.
Of course, the earlier parts are still not good, even worse.
Xiang Yun sat in the air, with an enlarged seal beneath his buttocks, resembling nine inverted mountain peaks pieced together. He rested his elbows on the armrests, supporting his face.
He watched the match on the stage with utter boredom.
Most of these disciples were recruited by super sects through other channels, and their combat strength is still somewhat inferior to that of the disciples who stood out in the Dynasty War.
The battles were all fairly standard and lacked any distinctive features.
However, the unique features of the Primordial Hall in three locations have sparked much discussion.
Because the disciples of the Primordial Hall displayed methods that had never been seen before during the battle.
On the seventh level.
The battle between Xun Wu and Pang Feng was the grand finale at this level.
Pang Feng is the eldest disciple of the Desolate Hall, a cultivator of the Eight Yuan Nirvana, who has been practicing the martial arts of the Desolate Energy Desolate Hall lineage for many years. He is a prominent figure among his peers in the Dao Sect.
Xun Wu is the Eight Yuan Nirvana of Battle Arts Peak, and is quite well-known in the Dao Sect, since there are only a few of these among the younger generation of disciples.
When the two stepped onto the ring, the surrounding mountain peaks were packed with people.
Pang Feng made the first move. As he channeled his Yuan Power, Desolate Energy spread out, and gray energy swirled around his fist. With each punch, he unleashed a force that seemed to erode life force.
Xun Wu used his Primordial Battle Body to meet the attack head-on. As his blood and qi surged, their fists and feet clashed, and a dull thud echoed across the arena.
In the first few dozen rounds, Xun Wu was clearly being suppressed.
Pang Feng's Desolate Energy was too strange. Every punch that landed on Xun Wu would take away a portion of his blood and vital energy, making his movements increasingly sluggish.
The only way to Xun Wu is through brute force, but the more forceful the attack, the faster the erosion of Desolate Energy will occur.
The cheers from the surrounding Dao Sect disciples grew louder and louder.
"Senior Brother Desolate Hall is indeed steady."
"That's all there is to the Eight Yuan Nirvana of the Primordial Hall. No matter how strong the physical body is, it will still be worn down by the Desolate Energy."
Hearing these sounds, Pang Feng was not in a hurry to defeat Xun Wu in one fell swoop. Instead, he gradually wore down Xun Wu's strength. The Desolate Energy was like a malignant tumor, slowly eroding his opponent's power.
This fighting style is considered orthodox within the Desolate Hall lineage. It doesn't aim for a fatal blow, but rather uses the power of desolation to drag the opponent into a desperate situation.
When Xun Wu was forced to the edge of the arena, his face remained calm.
Suddenly, Xun Wu's blood and qi, which had been circulating normally, began to flow through his meridians in an extremely precise way, and dark lines appeared on his skin.
The lines spread from his chest to his arms, finally converging on his palms.
Pang Feng threw a punch, Xun Wu raised his hand to meet it, his five fingers curled into claws, dark patterns flowing on his palm, and an extremely savage power burst forth from his palm.
Pang Feng's Desolate Energy was torn apart head-on by that force.
Immediately afterwards, Xun Wu's hand gripped Pang Feng's wrist.
Pang Feng's expression changed.
He felt the power emanating from Xun Wu's hand.
That power was completely different from ordinary qi and blood; it carried a violent and ferocious quality.
His Desolate Energy surged towards his wrist, attempting to erode the claw, but the force was too ferocious, and the Desolate Energy was shattered before it could even get close.
Xun Wu out a low growl, and his other claw lashed out.
Heavenly Demon Tiger Claw
The Battle Body Totem deduced by Xiang Yun is a strike condensed based on the Divine Ability Mark of the Heavenly Demon Tiger.
Xun Wu's maternal clan is the Heavenly Demon Tiger lineage, and he originally had a trace of demon blood in his body. Under the guidance of the Divine Ability Mark given by Xiang Yun, this trace of blood was fully activated.
His hands transformed into tiger claws, ten dark claw marks tearing through the air and hurtling towards Pang Feng with a sharp whistling sound.
Pang Feng's reaction was quick enough.
He turned to the side to avoid vital points, while simultaneously channeling all his Desolate Energy to form a gray barrier in front of him.
However, the power of the Heavenly Demon Tiger Claw far exceeded his expectations. The Desolate Energy Force Barrier was torn apart as if it were made of paper, and the claw marks landed directly on Pang Feng's chest.
"Bang!"
Pang Feng was sent flying backward, his robes ripped at the chest, and three deep wounds, revealing bone, gushed blood.
He tumbled several times in the air, landing on one knee with one hand supporting him on the ground and the other hand clutching his chest, his face deathly pale.
The sounds from the surrounding mountain peaks vanished in an instant.